Lei Xi'er was stuck between half retreat and no retreat, her hair was half silver and half black, and her second true body even held her breath for fear of making a sound.

Everyone who was awakened in the back didn't even dare to close their eyes anymore, as if closing their eyelids would make a loud sound, drawing everyone's attention to them.

On the dead island of void, silence is spreading.

Ba Zunzhen was about to speak again, break the silence, and show that he was very generous and could ignore past grudges.

A spatial crack suddenly opened in the void...

very slow.

very light.

The speed is like a turtle crawling.

It seems that as long as this is the case, everyone will not be able to see - everyone with wide eyes is blind!

From the crack, a hand quietly reached out and gently poked the waist of the second true body.

Then he put his fingers into his palm.

The first one, the second one...

After stuffing the fingers, stuff the small half of the wrist.

Eh? After realizing that the capacity was not enough, the hand quietly moved to the left and stuffed the wrist belonging to the Eight Masters into the left palm of the second true body...

It really didn't make any sound.

But under the gaze of everyone, the silence at this moment was deafening.

"I've tolerated you for a long time!"

"I have wanted to kill you since Tiansang Ling Palace!"

Bazun Shu raised his eyebrows fiercely. After shouting loudly, he summoned Mei Jiren's folding fan which fell to the ground and stabbed it with a sword in the air.

"Okay! Just kill me! I deserve to die! I don't deserve to live!"

The second real body roared heartbreakingly, closed its eyes, and used the ultimate killing method, trying to retreat and awaken the conscience of the Eight Deities.

After all, the Eight Masters have a good nature and can tolerate people's mistakes. What's more, Xu Xiaoshou has just joined the Saint Slaves and promised to be equal.

At the last moment, he restrained himself and did not vent his anger on this innocent substitute.

Only then did everyone feel that the heart in their throats had dropped back to where it should be.

At this time.

After the Eight Masters regained their strength, the folding fan, which had lost its power control, unfolded on its own with a "boo" sound.

This sound is so harsh!

Louder than Zuyuan Emperor Jie’s voice!

Everyone couldn't help but look sideways at the paper fan that was held high by the tail by the Eight Masters.

The big characters on the fan, flying dragons and phoenixes, so refreshing!

What everyone sees is:

"It's easy to talk about."

The side that Bazun sees is:

"awesome."

Mei Jiren's heart twitched and almost stopped beating.

The eight acquaintances were like puppets on strings. Kaka turned his head and glanced at this gentleman with an immortal spirit.

The old sword master had closed his eyes in advance, and there was another open paper fan in front of his face to cover his face.

There are two bold characters on the fan:

"Feel sorry."

You didn't mean it either?
Chapter completed!